Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.89 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Let me alone. Why dost thou court 'em then. Why, to try their wits with which I sharpen my own, dost think I am so mad to marry, sacrifice my liberty to a Woman, sell my patrimony to buy them Feathers and new fashions, and maintain a Gentleman Usher to ride in my saddle when I am Knighted, and pointed at with Pythagoras for my tame sufferance, ha my Wardrobe laid forth and my holiday breeches, when my Lady pleases I shall take the air in a Coach with her, together with her Dog that is costive, be appointed my table what I shall eat, according as her Ladyship finds her own body inclined, fed upon this or that Melancholy dish by prescription, guarded with officious Salads like a Prisoner in a throng, praise her beautiful allowance of course Mutton that have the world of dainty flesh before me, 'twere a sin of discretion and my own freedom. Young Mistress, I observe you. You do not mean to die in this faith. Prithee do not talk of Dying, a pox o'the bellman and his Omnia benes, but that I think I know thy Father, I should hardly believe thou wert a Gentleman, however thy Aristotle's of ethics will make thee uncapable of their company shortly, if you Catechise thus you shall have few Gentlemen your Disciples that have any blood or spirit about 'em, there's no discourse so becoming your Gallants now, as a Horse race or Hyde-park? what lady's lips are softest? what Fashion is most terse and Courtly? what news abroad? which is, the best Vaulting house? where shall we taste Canary and be drunk too night, talk a morality— here be Ladies still, you shall hear me court one on 'em, I hope you we' not report abroad among my friends that I love her, 'tis the love of mounting into her maidenhead I vow Jack, and nothing else. Y'are a mad Lover. That was cunningly cast about. Whither is't Lady? I'm walking in Sir. I'll wait on you, and after that abroad, 'tis an inviting day, are you for the Coach. No. Or for the Couch? Take me a Companion for either. Neither. How neither, blame yourself if you be idle, Howsoever you shall not be alone, make use of My arm Fairest, you will to your Lute, I heard you Could touch it cunningly, pray bless my ears a little. My Lute's broke sir. A string you mean, but 'tis no matter, your voice is not, ravish a little with that, if you please I can help you to an heir by this black eye which Nature hath given you, I'll not leave you I'll follow ye. All this from her? You may believe me Sir. Why this to him, could she not give me Repulse, but she must thus proclaim it, I never Moved it to her, her Uncle hath had no opportunity To acquaint her what's the Mystery, Prithee repeat again the substance of what she said.
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Let me alone. Why dost thou court 'em then. Why, to try their wits with which I sharpen my owne, dost thinke I am so mad to marry, sacrifice my liberty to a Woman, sell my patromony to buy them Feathers and new fashions, and maintaine a Gentleman Vsher to ride in my saddle when I am Knighted, and pointed at with Pythagoras for my tame sufferance, ha my Wardrop laid forth and my holiday breeches, when my Lady pleases I shall take the ayre in a Coach with her, together with her Dog that is costïue, bee appointed my table what I shall eate, according as her Ladiship findes her owne body inclin'd, fed vpon this or that Melancholy dish by prescription, guarded with officious Sallets like a Prisoner in a throng, praise her beautifull allowance of course Mutton that haue the world of dainty flesh before me, 'twere a sinne oo discretion and my owne freedome. Young Mistris, I obserue you. You doe not meane to dye in this faith. Prethee doe not talke of Dying, a pox o'the Belman and his Omnia benes, but that I thinke I know thy Father, I should hardly belieue thou wert a Gentleman, howeuer thy Aristotles ibi will make thee vncapable of their company shortly, if you Catechise thus you shall have few Gentlemen your Disciples that haue any bloud or spirit about 'em, there's no discourse so becomming your Gallants now, as a Horse race or Hide-Parke? what Ladies lips are softest? what Fashion is most terse and Courtly? what newes abroad? which is, the best Vaulting house? where shall we taste Canary and be drunke too night, talke a morality — heere be Ladies still, you shall heare me court one on 'em, I hope you wee' not report abroad among my friends that I loue her, 'tis the loue of mounting into her maydenhead I vow Iacke, and nothing else. Y'are a mad Louer. That was cunningly cast about. Whither is't Lady? I'me walking in Sir. I'le wayt on you, and after that abroad, 'tis an inuiting day, are you for the Coach. No. Or for the Couch? Take mee a Companion for either. Neither. How neither, blame your selfe if you be idle▪ Howsoeuer you shall not be alone, make vse of My arme Fairest, you will to your Lute, I heard you Could touch it cunningly, pray blesse my eares a little. My Lute's broke sir. A string you meane, but 'tis no matter, your voyce is not, rauish a little with that, if you please I can helpe you to an heyre by this blacke eye which Nature hath giuen you, Ile not leaue you Ile follow yee. All this from her? You may belieue me Sir. Why this to him, could shee not giue me Repulse, but shee must thus proclaime it, I neuer Mou'd it to her, her Vncle hath hd no opportunity To acquaint her what's the Mystery, Prethee repeat agen the substance of what shee said.